By MMD
I’m throwing a going away party
for my friends from beneath the
ground. The rain has stopped, the
thunder quiet, and now they’re
returning where they came from.
The gloomy gray clouds make way
for blue sky, so to the Earth
they return before they shrivel
under the Sun. But, as they
go back to their tunnels in
the dirt, it makes me wonder
where I will hide while I
await the next rainstorm.


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